Chapter 71 Imperius Curse
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
"Since you react quickly, just wait a moment. I'll finish writing the last bit and give it to you."
The kind-hearted Qiu smiled and agreed.
Just as Eddie and Marcos were thanking each other, a figure walked into the lounge.
Penello, who was checking his paper, raised his head, glanced at the person coming, and asked casually.
"What's Professor Rick doing with you, Robert?"
Robert?
Glenn couldn't help but be startled when he heard the name, and subconsciously turned around to take a look.
The person who walked in was none other than the future prefect whom Glenn had disguised himself as on Christmas Eve, Robert Hilliard.
At this time, Hilliard looked a little confused and was answering Penello's question.
"I don't know why she wanted to see me. She just invited me to drink a cup of tea and have a casual chat."
"I'm afraid this tea is not that simple..."
Glenn thought to himself.
For a curse-breaker who visits various ruins all year round and needs to get information from various people, it should be reasonable to carry a few bottles of veritaserum with him, right?
"Just chat?" Penello subconsciously expressed his doubts.
Why would a professor invite students to drink tea if he has nothing to do?
"I'm surprised too!" Hilliard shrugged. "She just asked me how my Christmas was, and I said I was tired of celebrating it at home every year."
"It's so nutritious..." Penello was bored and started checking his paper again.
"We talked about something later, but I can't seem to remember it." Hilliard recalled it for a while, scratched his head and said.
Penello popped his head out from behind the parchment again and joked: "With such a bad memory, could it be that the Sorting Hat assigned you to the wrong house in the first place?"
"I must be studying too hard and using my brain too much..."
Hilliard comforted himself, glared at her, and returned to the dormitory.
The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.
A conversation that just happened is unlikely to be forgotten by even an ordinary person, let alone a top student who is considered an excellent student in Ravenclaw?
If this is the case, there are only two possibilities.
First, after the conversation, Patricia confirmed that Hilliard was not the one who caused trouble in the lounge that night. In order to prevent him from talking nonsense, she used the forgetting spell to erase his memory.
The second type is much more dangerous.
The current Robert Hilliard has probably become a puppet controlled by Patricia using the Imperius Curse.
As for which one it is, Glenn can't tell yet. He can only confirm it through subsequent observations or after he obtains master-level Legilimency.
But one thing he was sure of was that the ability of Disguise Mags must never be exposed to anyone again.
...
As post-holiday classes begin, the snow and ice around the castle gradually melts.
The mountains and forests in the distance gradually returned to their original colors.
Spring is approaching in the Scottish Highlands, the wind and snow are gradually subsided, and it is the turn of continuous rain.
It was when it was warm and cold, and the weather was good and bad. The little wizards did not dare to change into thin clothes and still wore heavy cloaks.
This kind of weather is even more annoying than the dead of winter.
Compared to ordinary students, Quidditch players from various houses have obviously suffered more.
During every training session, they had to fly around in the freezing cold wind and heavy rain. From time to time, they would fall off their brooms and fall onto the pitch that had long since turned into a patch of land.
Therefore, every time there is a training session for the college team, there will be a lot of brown mud in the auditorium.
Because of this, the administrator, Mr. Filch, became even more grumpy.
The unlucky Roger was caught by him three times in a row and had to help him clean the foyer on days without training.
Glenn seemed much calmer since he speculated about Dumbledore's test.
Although he still searched for clues in the lounge whenever he had time, it was different from before, running around like a headless fly.
On the contrary, it was Patricia. She had never been near the Ravenclaw Tower since the last time she bit the melon.
Even her Defense Against the Dark Arts class was quite satisfactory. She only patiently explained the contents of the "Dark Powers: Self-Defense Guide" and occasionally interspersed some of her own experiences as a curse-breaker.
He teaches through fun, just like an outstanding young teacher.
It was like the calm before the storm, until the third Saturday in February.
This day ushered in Ravenclaw's second Quidditch Cup match of the season, against Slytherin.
Glenn remembered what happened on the last match day and deliberately pretended to be sick. He didn't show up early in the morning and hid in the dormitory.
During this time, in addition to Patricia herself, he also focused on observing the trajectory of Robert Hilliard on the map.
There seems to be nothing wrong with the future prefect. Apart from sleeping in class every day, he spends time in the library and rarely appears in the common room.
Glenn lay on his bed, staring at the cursor on the map.
Patricia's cursor was alone in her office, while Hilliard was enjoying breakfast in the auditorium as usual.
"Am I thinking too much?"
Glenn looked at Hilliard who had nothing unusual and said to himself.
Not long after, the crowd in the auditorium changed, and the players from the two colleges left one after another and went to the locker rooms to prepare for the game.
The other little wizards also got up one after another and headed to the auditorium.
The map switched to Patricia's office, and Glenn suddenly realized that it was empty at some point.
Her name did not appear near Ravenclaw Tower.
Glenn quickly stood up and continued to switch floors, trying to find her location.
Finally, in the foyer of the castle, he saw the blood-red cursor again.
Looking at this route, it seems to be heading towards the Quidditch pitch.
Glenn was stunned for a moment, looking puzzled.
Seeing that there was not much time left, how could she still have the heart to watch the Quidditch match?
Could it be...
He locked his gaze on the densely packed Ravencra stands.
Fawcett...Belby...Carmichael...Ikemo...Clivat...
Among the layers of names, only the one that appeared just now is missing——
Robert Hilliard
really!
Glenn's heart skipped a beat, and the map interface switched again.
There was a moving cursor on the spiral staircase of the Ravenclaw Tower that was supposed to be empty.
The cursor with the name "Robert Hilliard" is no longer the ordinary yellow, but the same blood red as Patricia's.
Glenn watched the cursor move with some surprise, and was not only confused.
Could it be that after being controlled by the Imperius Curse, would the name also change to the color of the hostile force?
The practicality of this map is too strong, right?
The kind-hearted Qiu smiled and agreed.
Just as Eddie and Marcos were thanking each other, a figure walked into the lounge.
Penello, who was checking his paper, raised his head, glanced at the person coming, and asked casually.
"What's Professor Rick doing with you, Robert?"
Robert?
Glenn couldn't help but be startled when he heard the name, and subconsciously turned around to take a look.
The person who walked in was none other than the future prefect whom Glenn had disguised himself as on Christmas Eve, Robert Hilliard.
At this time, Hilliard looked a little confused and was answering Penello's question.
"I don't know why she wanted to see me. She just invited me to drink a cup of tea and have a casual chat."
"I'm afraid this tea is not that simple..."
Glenn thought to himself.
For a curse-breaker who visits various ruins all year round and needs to get information from various people, it should be reasonable to carry a few bottles of veritaserum with him, right?
"Just chat?" Penello subconsciously expressed his doubts.
Why would a professor invite students to drink tea if he has nothing to do?
"I'm surprised too!" Hilliard shrugged. "She just asked me how my Christmas was, and I said I was tired of celebrating it at home every year."
"It's so nutritious..." Penello was bored and started checking his paper again.
"We talked about something later, but I can't seem to remember it." Hilliard recalled it for a while, scratched his head and said.
Penello popped his head out from behind the parchment again and joked: "With such a bad memory, could it be that the Sorting Hat assigned you to the wrong house in the first place?"
"I must be studying too hard and using my brain too much..."
Hilliard comforted himself, glared at her, and returned to the dormitory.
The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.
A conversation that just happened is unlikely to be forgotten by even an ordinary person, let alone a top student who is considered an excellent student in Ravenclaw?
If this is the case, there are only two possibilities.
First, after the conversation, Patricia confirmed that Hilliard was not the one who caused trouble in the lounge that night. In order to prevent him from talking nonsense, she used the forgetting spell to erase his memory.
The second type is much more dangerous.
The current Robert Hilliard has probably become a puppet controlled by Patricia using the Imperius Curse.
As for which one it is, Glenn can't tell yet. He can only confirm it through subsequent observations or after he obtains master-level Legilimency.
But one thing he was sure of was that the ability of Disguise Mags must never be exposed to anyone again.
...
As post-holiday classes begin, the snow and ice around the castle gradually melts.
The mountains and forests in the distance gradually returned to their original colors.
Spring is approaching in the Scottish Highlands, the wind and snow are gradually subsided, and it is the turn of continuous rain.
It was when it was warm and cold, and the weather was good and bad. The little wizards did not dare to change into thin clothes and still wore heavy cloaks.
This kind of weather is even more annoying than the dead of winter.
Compared to ordinary students, Quidditch players from various houses have obviously suffered more.
During every training session, they had to fly around in the freezing cold wind and heavy rain. From time to time, they would fall off their brooms and fall onto the pitch that had long since turned into a patch of land.
Therefore, every time there is a training session for the college team, there will be a lot of brown mud in the auditorium.
Because of this, the administrator, Mr. Filch, became even more grumpy.
The unlucky Roger was caught by him three times in a row and had to help him clean the foyer on days without training.
Glenn seemed much calmer since he speculated about Dumbledore's test.
Although he still searched for clues in the lounge whenever he had time, it was different from before, running around like a headless fly.
On the contrary, it was Patricia. She had never been near the Ravenclaw Tower since the last time she bit the melon.
Even her Defense Against the Dark Arts class was quite satisfactory. She only patiently explained the contents of the "Dark Powers: Self-Defense Guide" and occasionally interspersed some of her own experiences as a curse-breaker.
He teaches through fun, just like an outstanding young teacher.
It was like the calm before the storm, until the third Saturday in February.
This day ushered in Ravenclaw's second Quidditch Cup match of the season, against Slytherin.
Glenn remembered what happened on the last match day and deliberately pretended to be sick. He didn't show up early in the morning and hid in the dormitory.
During this time, in addition to Patricia herself, he also focused on observing the trajectory of Robert Hilliard on the map.
There seems to be nothing wrong with the future prefect. Apart from sleeping in class every day, he spends time in the library and rarely appears in the common room.
Glenn lay on his bed, staring at the cursor on the map.
Patricia's cursor was alone in her office, while Hilliard was enjoying breakfast in the auditorium as usual.
"Am I thinking too much?"
Glenn looked at Hilliard who had nothing unusual and said to himself.
Not long after, the crowd in the auditorium changed, and the players from the two colleges left one after another and went to the locker rooms to prepare for the game.
The other little wizards also got up one after another and headed to the auditorium.
The map switched to Patricia's office, and Glenn suddenly realized that it was empty at some point.
Her name did not appear near Ravenclaw Tower.
Glenn quickly stood up and continued to switch floors, trying to find her location.
Finally, in the foyer of the castle, he saw the blood-red cursor again.
Looking at this route, it seems to be heading towards the Quidditch pitch.
Glenn was stunned for a moment, looking puzzled.
Seeing that there was not much time left, how could she still have the heart to watch the Quidditch match?
Could it be...
He locked his gaze on the densely packed Ravencra stands.
Fawcett...Belby...Carmichael...Ikemo...Clivat...
Among the layers of names, only the one that appeared just now is missing——
Robert Hilliard
really!
Glenn's heart skipped a beat, and the map interface switched again.
There was a moving cursor on the spiral staircase of the Ravenclaw Tower that was supposed to be empty.
The cursor with the name "Robert Hilliard" is no longer the ordinary yellow, but the same blood red as Patricia's.
Glenn watched the cursor move with some surprise, and was not only confused.
Could it be that after being controlled by the Imperius Curse, would the name also change to the color of the hostile force?
The practicality of this map is too strong, right?
